Gail texted Janet before she drove away. “No dice. The son of a bitch wouldn’t take the bait. I’m on my way home, and I’ll explain everything when I get there.”
Five minutes later, Gail parked in her designated spot and stormed into the apartment. She tossed her purse onto the table and plopped down in a chair.
Janet leaned against the kitchen counter. “So what went wrong?”
“Hell if I know.” Gail stood up, grabbed two glasses and the wine bottle, then took her seat again.
“Let me do it.” Janet uncorked the bottle and poured. “Tell me everything.”
“There isn’t much to tell, Mom. We had drinks and appetizers and made small talk. I accidentally on purpose brushed against his leg and made a few subtle innuendos. I figured I’d let his imagination run with that before I pushed harder. Whatever. Plain and simple, he didn’t bite.”
“Maybe he wasn’t desperate like the old guys were.”
“Thanks a lot.”
“Sorry, honey, I didn’t mean it like it sounded. So now what?”
“Now I have one more chance to get him here tomorrow night.”
“He asked you for another date?”
“Yes, but probably because I said I was going out of town.”
“Then all is not lost. Dress sexier and be irresistible. Play it up for all it’s worth. We don’t have a notch on our belt for a cop yet, but I damn well want one now.”